Chapter 80: Interrogation
“In every angel a demon hides. And in every demon an angel strides” —Unknown.
The sun is upon us. I don’t have much time for this, but I gotta make sure that I clean up properly this time.
Wesker grins his teeth, his strigoi struggling so hard to get out. Every part of his body is itching to kill me, to watch the life snuffed out of me, but I only tighten the collar that binds him to me.
“I-it was the bond,” he finally spits out after some great strain.
I can tell that he really hates having to submit to my will. He’s not a man that has ever bowed down to anyone before in his life, and it takes me great joy to have the upper hand in this.
The way he pants and makes fog gathers on his face, the disheveled state of his mighty form, his dark shades lying forgot
